Torremolinos, minus the nightlife

2nd – 4th January 2020

After leaving Castell de Ferro, we headed west in the direction of Málaga again, as we had plans to meet up with friends from Ireland on the 4th. Before that, though, we wildcamped for two nights facing onto the endless beach of Torremolinos. I was curious to see what the place was like, having never been there before, but having seen and heard plenty about the vibrant nightlife. I never knew ’til now that Torremolinos is only 18km west of Málaga. It was the first of the Costa del Sol resorts to be developed, in the 1950’s and, along with Madrid, it co-hosted World Pride in 2017.

Fortunately for us, Torremolinos is also the location of several parts and repair shops for motorhomes, which we were unexpectedly in dire need of. While Saul was emptying our cassette (toilet contents) on the morning of the 2nd, he accidently knocked the plastic lid of the cassette down the drain, never to be seen again. Disaster! You can’t have a toilet without a lid for the contents receptacle! Cue some frantic google maps searching, and it was at this point that we began to discover that the Christmas holiday period in Spain lasts a fair bit longer than at home, the guts of a fortnight, in reality. After several stressful hours attempting with no success to find a supplier that 1) was open, and 2) had the right part, we got lucky. Hallelujah! The cost of the part was €10; we would have paid ten times that such was our relief!

To celebrate, we went for dinner at Málaga IKEA! Neither of us felt like cooking a meal after all that stress.

In January, Torremolinos beach is more or less deserted. At 8km in length, it appears to stretch as far as the eye can see. We had a couple of lovely seaswims here and Morgan and Olwen spent ages on the beach, digging and building things in the sand. By now we were accustomed to being objects of curiosity to the fleece-clad locals!

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